I want neither the moon, nor the partridge (that wants moon),nor a piece of the sky..I want neither divine light, nor a virgin of paradise,nor a face like fairy..Walk with me,taste with me,EVery sweet joy and sorrow..Let me wake her up with dreams,let me make her sleep in my arms..pamper her as best as I can,I'd feed her with my own hands, all my life..

If you come, in my tasteless party tastes will come back..If your party is a wish of taste, who'd come there..[as in, your party wouldn't be full of taste, so who'd come here.]Hey, if you say,I will give the fire of my heart to all the pots, and will give my breath as well.[degh = pot/vessel for cooking]

Don't be angry, at least taste it.Don't be a fire, first take a breath..First let our wires be connected.Just think, understand once..Neither with thought, nor by consciousness,I've made you my guest by my heart..